As the old moon of Tyrannis passes over the horizon and the beaming sun of Incursion lights the skies, amongst this confusion, chaos, uncertainty a corporation is born. A new corp with old ideals, those of friendship, chivalry and honesty. A corp where its members all have the same goals and aspirations. We may be few at present but we grow in numbers by the week. As we are pushed and pulled by those around us are hearts and minds grow strong. And if our ships and clones crumble on the battle field we will never surrender, we will never submit to the rule of others and we will take our own promised land